After the Storm (All I've Ever Needed) by Jewel Moore

perfume filled his nostrils and he realized that the scent was so subtle only someone who was intimately close got the pleasure of it.   Somehow it made being this close feel more special.   He was doing something other men didn’t have the pleasure of sharing.
    He cupped her breast, liking the way it filled but didn’t overflow his large hand.   It was the perfect size.   He loved its springy firmness and the fact that her nipple was already erect.   He groaned deep in his throat and tweaked into marble hardness.   He heard her moan as he trailed soft kisses on her dewy skin on his way to capture the distended nub of flesh in his mouth.
    He loved the way she responded to the simplest caress.   He didn’t know how many past lovers she’d had but he felt almost as though he was making love to a virgin.   She stroked his shoulders softly but did nothing to arouse him.   He was used to sexually-mature women who gave as much pleasure as they got and though he had enjoyed that very much, there was something special about the novelty of having a woman who allowed him to take the lead and didn’t challenge for control.
      She gasped as he used his teeth and lips to nibble and tug on the erect points of one   breast and then the other.   He could do it all night, he thought, just to hear her throaty moans and feel her fingers digging into his shoulders.   Pulling the flesh deep into his mouth he gave it one last long suckle and then slowly let it go.
    “No!” she protested, cupping the back of his head and trying to keep him in place.
    He resisted and made his way downwards, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her navel and continuing southwards.   He slipped the V of her thong aside and found her neatly trimmed but not shaved, and was surprised how arousing he found the sight.   That was the odd thing about sexual desire, he’d discovered, it was more aroused by difference than it was to familiarity.   Every woman he’d slept with in the last eight years had been totally shaven.   Being Brazilian, Renata had been particularly obsessed about being totally hair free at all times.
    Natalie wriggled and made a soft sound of embarrassment and he realized that he’d been staring at her.
    Lowering his head he gently flicked his tongue against her clit.   She reacted as though she’d received an electric shock, gasping aloud and trying to close her legs.
    Stephano smiled and settled himself more comfortably between her thighs.
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    Natalie tried to be silent but couldn’t help the little hissing noises that escaped her lips.   The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain.   She wanted him to stop…she wanted him to go on forever.   Michael had done this once, the first time they’d had sex, but it had been brief and his tongue hadn’t been as talented.   And no, he hadn’t slipped it up inside her…
    “Stop!”   She reached downwards and grasped a handful of Stephano’s hair, trying to dislodge him.
    It he didn’t stop this instant she would…
    Too late!
    Her body convulsed as her orgasm exploded through her.   She grasped handfuls of the duvet as her back arched off the bed and her toes curled painfully.
    “Stop!” she begged weakly as Stephano continued to softly arouse her.
    It was too much!
    He gave her one last soft kiss and stood up to ease the thong down her legs.
    “Get under the duvet,” he told her as he stripped his dark blue boxers off.
    She slipped under the covers and watched as he retrieved his trousers and quickly slid a condom onto his rigid length.  
    “This time I’m prepared,” he murmured against her lips as he joined her, slipping his leg between hers and reaching down to caress her softly.   He slid two fingers inside her and groaned, “God, you’re so tight, cara mia .”
    Natalie buried her face against his neck as he continued to gently stretch her.   She was aware that she wasn’t doing much, but Michael had furious with her the one time she had